Zhao Pumtime, who was angry and had a pain in his cheeks, looked down at Fan Keren, and his right hand, which showed a dragon grip starting style, did not dare to start.

Even if Fan Keren stands up proud#people#double#peak, he looks like he is picking up.

!!

Zhao Shou, who scolded angrily, picked up the red wine and drank it all. After putting the glass back on the wine table, he sat on the rattan chair with a fart#, and said in frustration: "Count you ruthless, I admit defeat." ”

Fan Keren stood up, bent down to look down at Zhao Punctuality, and said calmly: "That's it?"

The fluttering words made Zhao Punctual ashamed, and he grabbed Fan Keren's hand and dragged it.

In Fan Keren's exclamation, Zhao Punctuality, who was lying down, stopped him. The two looked at each other up and down.

You can hear the other person's heartbeat, feel the temperature of the other person's body, and feel the other person's breathing rate increasing.

"Chick, you're playing with fire. ”

"That's it?" Fan Keren still had the same mocking face as before. As everyone knows, she greatly nourishes the wildness in Zhao Punctuality's heart.

Whimper, no, it was an earth-shattering sound, and Zhao Punchui's Shaolin secret lion roar made Fan Keren look confused. Before she could return to normal, Zhao Punctual was another gossip trick, and she was so eager to attack that she couldn't even say words begging for mercy.

It's the temperature of summer, but it's the breath of spring. After a long time, Zhao Punctuality, who had finished work, was breathing calmly.

Somewhat afraid that the enemy would come to seek revenge, he looked at Fan Keren with twinkling eyes.

There are countless things I want to say in my heart, but I still haven't opened my mouth after all. is even a little nervous, for fear that she will say the choking sentence 'that's it' again.

Nima, if this kind of scale can only be exchanged for a sentence "that's it". Wouldn't that have to sell hue?

The momentary silence made the atmosphere a little tense. Fan Keren didn't seem to notice the subtle expression on Zhao Shoushi's face, snapped him, pointed to the side of the rattan chair, and said as if nothing happened: "Give me a place for me to lie down." ”

Zhao Shoushi pointed to the rattan chairs juxtaposed not far away: "Isn't it good... ”

was glared at by Fan Keren angrily, and Zhao Punctuality, who had a question mark, shut up in time and moved to the side honestly.

The rattan chair is not wide and was originally designed to fit a person's body shape. It's just that Fan Keren is much petite, and the two sit side by side on a rattan chair, although they are a little crowded, but they are barely squeezed open.

Fan Keren stretched her waist, she lay down yawning, and she tugged at the corner of someone's clothes with her eyes closed. The latter lay down tacitly.

Fan Keren closed her eyes as if she was recuperating, but she couldn't calm down at all. Some slight twitching eyebrows betrayed her. Looking at her state, Zhao Shoushi couldn't help but ask the doubts in his heart: "Can you tell me, what's going on?"

Zhao Punctual didn't pretend to be ignorant and pretend to be stupid, and he didn't have the face to pretend to be stupid. Fan Keren's 'just this' almost told him very bluntly that she was deliberately flirting.

"Don't worry about it. ”

Fan Keren glanced at Zhao Punctuality, and without any more explanation, she turned around and turned her back to Zhao Punctuality.

Zhao Punctuary's face was scornful, his mouth swelled and closed, but he still didn't say anything. The main thing is that he suddenly found that he didn't have a suitable position to care about Fan Keren.

Originally, they were best friends, but their behavior just now clearly crossed the line of best friends. But both know that their relationship cannot go beyond friendship and reach a higher dimension.

This sudden change in the relationship became complicated, leaving Zhao Punctual at a loss and at a loss.

Fan Keren, who had her back to Zhao Punctuality, didn't hear Zhao Punctuality's voice for a long time, and with a cold snort, she put an elbow on Zhao Punctuality's heart: "I really don't care if I don't let you take care of you." You scumbag. ”

Zhao Shoushi complained in a low voice: "Isn't this respecting you." ”

"Bah, if you had a little respect for me, you wouldn't have been so ruthless just now. Stinky dog, the mouth is really strong. ”

"Your boss, what are you talking about? ”

"I'm too lazy to talk to you. Fan Keren shook his head arrogantly, and no longer paid attention to Zhao Punctuality.

Zhao Shoushi, who returned to the examination room, knew that he couldn't wait stupidly anymore, and asked tentatively: "You today... Is there something uncomfortable? Or are you in trouble? If it's a person, you can use my one hundred and fifty pounds.

If it's a matter of money, as long as it's not beyond my means, I'll definitely do my best. ”

Oh?

Fan Keren, who was aroused by curiosity, turned to look at Zhao Shoushi: "If I am really short of money, how much can you lend me?"

Zhao Shoushi thought for a while and stretched out three fingers, "Three hundred is not a big problem." If I had scraped together, I would have about five hundred. ”

Fan Keren's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a dangerous light, and she looked at Zhao Punctuality. The expression that was still a little expectant was as cold as ice.

She slapped Zhao Punctual while spitting fragrant: "You?? More buckle than Grande. Salary plus various subsidies tens of thousands a month, you?? He is so rich, but he is only willing to lend me three or five hundred. You also have the face to speak, if I don't eliminate harm for the people today, I won't be called Fan Keren. ”

Zhao Punchou, whose chest muscles were red, knew that Fan Keren was really angry, but he was also aggrieved.

took the opportunity to grab Fan Keren's hands and tightly bound them so that she couldn't move, and Zhao Punctual explained: "Eldest sister, I said three million." ”

Fan Keren was so angry when she heard that it was three or five hundred just now, and when she heard Zhao Punctual explain that it was three million, she was relieved, and even a little useful.

Whether it's polite words or sincerity, at least this thing dares to take the initiative to speak.

If you want Fan Keren to take the initiative to admit that you misunderstood Zhao Punctuality, don't even think about it. She pouted without shaking Bilian's possession, and muttered: "Hey, just talk about it and don't practice fake tricks." Who wouldn't talk big. ”

Zhao Shoushi pulled his hand behind him, took out a bank card from his wallet and stuffed it into Fan Keren's hand, "This is all my savings, and I had 1.8 million three months ago." In the past few months, two more manuscript fee splits have been issued, as well as script fees. Even if there are no three hundred, it's about the same. The password is *******. ”

1.8 million is the remuneration of 1.3 million for the publication of "Passing by" at the last inventory, plus 500,000 for the film copyright of "Iron Fist". It's been three months since the last inventory.

In the middle of each month, there will be follow-up remuneration received. Moreover, with the word-of-mouth fermentation of "Passing By", the remuneration of the author is on the rise, and now there is a lot of income every month.

"Really give it to me?" Fan Keren took the bank card and looked at it in the sun, as if he wanted to see through all the money in the bank card.

"I'm serious, no kidding. ”

Zhao Punctuality, who was feigned with anger, raised his hand to grab it, and Fan Keren hid. can be a little worse, so that Zhao Punctual has never succeeded.

In the end, the panting Zhao Punctual waved his hand again and again, "I'm not coming." Not coming. Playing again must be sudden death. ”

Zhao Punctual didn't grab it, but made Fan Keren feel bored, and with a slight stroke, he left the bank card on the tea table. With a long yawn, she said coldly: "My mother introduced me to a blind date." ”

Zhao Punctuality, who was still a little gasping, even forgot how to breathe. Now he was undoubtedly poured a basin of cold water on his head, and almost spit out a sentence from between his teeth: "Why are you telling me this?"

"Didn't you ask me what was going on today? That's the answer you want. My mom urged me to fall in love and get married. Fan Keren paused for a moment, and after organizing the language, she continued:

"He is a returnee doctor, and although he is engaged in scientific research, he is not rigid. He is funny and humorous, and he is tall and big. My father is in charge of a certain department, according to my mother's meaning, this is [the right door]. ”

Zhao Punctuality, who was full of bitterness in his heart, lost his mind a little, bit his lip hard, and the bloody anger made him calm down. "I admit that the [door-to-door match] is important, but the [door-to-door match] is definitely not the most important factor. The most important thing is always how you feel. ”

Fan Keren pondered for a moment and said: "It's really hard to say what you feel, it's not suitable or inappropriate." After all, it's just contact, so let's do it first. Who dares to say what will happen in the future. ”

Zhao Shoushi, who was possessed by Coptis chinensis, felt that he was about to become a sperm when he was bitter. Although he knew that his identity was not suitable for saying certain things, and even he was the least position to say them.

But there is a sullen feeling in his heart that he can't vent, just like his favorite toy, but he has to run with others.

He understood that he could not make decisions for the Fan Keren, just as he understood that there was no true and pure friendship between men and women. It's just that he can control himself.

But now, after this layer of gauze paper-like light cover was lifted by Fan Keren, he really realized that he was overestimating himself. He is a layman, an ordinary person who cannot stand the vulgarity. He loves all the good things that others like, and he also has a dark side in his heart that he keeps everything for himself.

Just like every man has had a spring and autumn dream of enjoying the blessings of all people.

The Fan Keren in front of him was like a catalyst, igniting and even detonating the darkness in Zhao Punctuality's heart.

Zhao Punctual stretched out his thumb and gently touched Fan Keren's lips, and he asked, "Then what is the matter today?" If you have a crush on that person, you can get out of love and get married. Why do you have to provoke me, how will I face you in the future. ”

Fan Keren looked up at Zhao Shoushi and asked, "Do you agree with me to fall in love with him, or even get married?"

Zhao Punctual opened his mouth and said, "I agree with a fart." If?? I'm the go, I'd rather you're single for the rest of your life. I don't get you and I don't want anyone else to get it. I admit that I am dark, selfish and even somewhat morbid. ”

After that, Zhao Punctual laughed at himself: "Of course, I know that this is just talking, and the world will not change in the slightest because of my thoughts." ”

"Not necessarily. Fan Keren replied speciously. The pure eyes like a clear spring stared straight at Zhao Punctuality, as if telling endless tenderness: "Don't you want to do something?"

The rooftop locked by the Iron General is an area of its own. Zhao Punctual was like a bag of dust scattered on the ground and in the air, while Fan Keren was a bonfire with a little fire.

The spring breeze blew, and the bonfire was filled with small flames. Even if this is just a faint flame that can't even keep warm, it is enough to completely detonate Zhao Punctuality.

The knot of the swimsuit around Fan Keren's waist was gently pulled and let it fall naturally on the rattan chair. . .

The old man crossed the endless desert and hills to reach the dark forest in the deepest part of the ruins.

The old cow who follows the local customs understands and follows the laws of the dark forest, and takes the lead in launching a fierce attack on the hidden danger in the forest.

The roar of cannons and the screeching of overloaded engines were heard incessantly.

The station yard has also been opened up one after another. You advance and I retreat, you retreat and I advance, the soldiers will block, and the water will cover the earth.

The rattan chair squeaked in protest, but it eventually cost it to be kicked to the ground.

The water in the pool is also swaying in the wind. As if to vent its tyranny, it slapped the edge of the pool wantonly, again and again.

Finally, the wind and waves calmed down.

The water is still water, blue as always. But faintly, there seemed to be a hint of dark red drifting through it.

Perhaps this is the price of war.

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